Sins

Feb 10, 2019, 12:20 PM

Poetry

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There's blood on the ground
Eyes half open
Trembling hands holding the dagger
Blinded mind
Did the sin
Now is prisoned in an ocean shell
Say 'Farewell'
See what you have done
Seal it in your soul.
Better soon be gone
With the morning mist
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